[ by Charles Cameron -- finding both rhyme and obscenity here, to be honest -- San Salvador then, Mexico today ]
I once had the privilege of hearing Carolyn Forché read her poems.
You can read and hear her reading the prose poem from which that excerpt is taken here — for richer background on her experiences in El Salvador, see her extraordinary essay El Salvador: An Aide-Mémoire in Granta, or find a copy of The American Poetry Review for July/August 1981, pp. 3-7.
Carolyn Forché, The Country Between Us Sunil S, El Narco and the Jihad in Pragati, illus credit: El cartel de San Luis
As Dylan also once said: “I said that.”